Ridge's Nighttime Glow
High above the sleepy hill,
Little stars are shining still.
Ridge can watch their gentle light,
Twinkling through the quiet night.
Silver moon begins to gleam,
Sailing on a silvery stream.
All the tiny sparkles play,
Watching over Ridge today.
Soft and warm the starlight beams,
Floating through a land of dreams.
Ridge is safe and loved and bright,
Cradled in the evening light.
Written for Ridge
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